• The wind whispered through the trees, leaves trembling in response. A child laughed, her voice ringing like chimes. A wave kissed the shore, then retreated, leaving only foam.

An old man watched, hands wrinkled with time. He had learned that all things—laughter, sorrow, warmth, cold—were fleeting. The past was a memory, the future a dream.

A raindrop landed on his palm, cool and fleeting. He smiled. This moment, too, would pass. But for now, it was his.

Everything we see, hear, and feel is just a moment in time—precious, vanishing, infinite.

Thanks for your comments and faves 👍

Frank

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